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Saturday, May 25, 2013

Some times people are exhausting. Now don't get me wrong, I love my best friend. I have literally known him my entire life. His parents and my parents were friends before they even had us. That being said, I have begun noticing the changes. For one thing, he is always at some stage of drunkenness. I don't mean to be a judgmental prick, but if we are going some place he can't drink, he won't go. Now I've always known Jake likes to party. But there are signs that definitely worry me.

How do you tell someone you partied with that he is totally out of control? Should you? Thing is, he and his cunt of a girlfriend, well that is what they seem to do. They get drunk every night.

C thinks I should just stay out of it, but this is someone I have known my entire life. What kind of a friend sees someone headed over a cliff and doesn't shout a warning?

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Okay, now that I am home for the summer a few things have changed. One, we let go our cleaning lady. Wow, don't I sound so uber posh. Okay.... we stoped the two hours she comes to our house to dust, wash floors, etc. It's not like we don't clean up after ourselves, but with C working up to a 72 hour work week and me busy with school we decided we did not want to spend what little spare time we had cleaning. Well, technically C didn't. I would maybe dust once a year if it were up to me. But C does have bad dust allergies so he is much bigger on regular upkeep.
The thing is... I hate having someone in my space.
I fear my privacy being invaded. I have considered one of these:

If you have read my blog before you may have noticed I have a tenancy to be

A tad possessive. Never more true than when I feel my privacy is invaded. I do not let people go through my phone, my pictures on my phone or camera, my browser history. And I sure as fuck hate some woman I do not know peeking in my closets and drawers.

C thinks it is ego to think that someone is going to snoop. After all, what makes me so fucking interesting?

So a question for you all... Have you ever snooped?

I have been tempted a few times. Once I was "allowed" to go on a website to leave a message and snooped around, but that was not spying on personal things.

Personal shit.... not so much. Probably because the one time I did, searching for a razor, found in my dad's shaving kit picture of my mom. (And I really DON'T want to talk about that).

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

I really hate
employers who feel superior to their employees. After my experiences
with cunt-face last year I really started to hear some horror stories
about how some employers to treat their employees who are “lucky”
enough to have a job. First, it is not luck. It is work and
perseverance that gets a person a job. No one ever knocked at my
door and offered me work. No one ever paid me to watch The Price is
Right in my boxers. We get a pay check because we do the work.

My friend has a boss
that tries to give “friendly advice on how to get ahead in life”.
His advice is to put half of each paycheck in the bank. She makes
12 dollars and hour and is a single mom.... right. But he constantly
gives her advice, like she was living like a millionaire and tossing
money out on designer names. I know when he does this she feels like
she has to tolerate it because he is her boss. But you know the only
commentary your boss should make in how you spend your pay cheque...
none.

C's boss is a piece
of work. He treats the guys under him like they are a bunch of
idiots and anyone could do their job. His favorite joke is “what
do you say to someone with an IQ of 50? Nice weld.” Cue
obligatory laughter. He also has a habit of asking in front of the
other workers if one of them is retarded, leading to nice names like
Short bus, and comments like “Where is your helmet?” They point
to their welding helmet, “No not that one, that one.” Fucking
stunning wit, huh? Amazing he is not on stage doing stand up. C
just says if he wants to pay an idiot what he pays him, C will gladly
play the idiot and laugh all the way to the bank.

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